Hogwarts Card System

And Ted and Dumbledore felt that something was wrong when they discovered frequent vibrations in Paris that evening.

However, this is France after all.

If the British, one old and one young, dare to point fingers here, they might be kicked out by the French Ministry of Magic.

And neither of them thought it was going to be that big at the time.

When night fell, the fluctuations in the magic power underground were already so large that it was a little scary.

Even some ordinary people who are born with high perception attributes can feel "a coolness from the soles of their feet rushing straight to the back of their heads".

And the dozens of zombies that sprang out from the ground have already bitten dozens of people.

That's right, everyone is running around on the street at night now, it's like running roast duck all over the ground, getting a bite.

Although there are more living people, once the crowd becomes agitated, it will be like people stomping on people, and they will run away crazily.

If this were in the United States, someone would have shot those biting "people" long ago.

Of course, if they find that the guns they rely on for their lives are no longer working, they will panic ten thousand times more than the French now!

At this moment, what are the French officials and the Ministry of Magic doing?

They just sat down at a table for a meeting.

According to the regulations, the two parties cannot have a formal meeting.

Just to organize such a meeting, it took nearly five hours of negotiation!

The signatures and confirmations of eighteen departments from both parties are required!

At this time, the dozens of people who were bitten or killed by the zombies had already begun to be dominated by the curse of the undead and turned into new zombies.

And most of them have spread to several urban areas, hurting and infecting others.

These eighteen departments can be called eighteen levels of hell!

Fortunately, there are always reliable people in a country.

The visiting commander Mitterrand returned home urgently, declared a state of emergency, and ordered the imposition of military control on the entire Paris.

At the beginning, heavily armed soldiers began to guide and isolate the flow of people, and began to block the flow between various regions...

At the same time, he asked the Minister of Magic to come to the meeting as soon as possible, and the two sides should cooperate wholeheartedly to quell the riot.

"It is now certain that there are some monsters attacking the citizens! And they are contagious!"

"I hope the wizards can give a solution and help us control the situation!"

"No matter the cost! Paris will never fall!"

At this moment, sporadic soldiers have encountered those zombies.

They soon discovered that these monsters, who had almost no sense of mind and only knew to attack people, had no weaknesses!

Even with half of his head knocked out by a bullet, he was able to stagger forward.

They were even forced to use incendiary bombs to completely burn them into coke.

It's not like in the movie, just watch the zombies approaching and don't know how to run.

After all, it is a violent institution, so it will not be manipulated by these most trashy undead.

This problem was immediately learned by the superiors, and passed on to the various teams: shrink the team, attack the monsters with fire, and at the same time identify the wounded who were attacked by the monsters...

It has to be said that for modern teams, there is still a solution to this level of "unnatural interference".

Organization, discipline, firepower, and equipment are the strongest weapons!

However, this is not even an appetizer, at most it is the air conditioning that is turned on in the restaurant when ordering.

The real big goods are still underground!

When the French Minister of Magic, who was sweating profusely, lowered his head and said this to the Grand Commander Mitterrand, the old man's face turned black!

"You magicians, are you so dangerous?!"

Hearing that the tone was really bad, the minister quickly bit the bullet and explained: "It's definitely not our wizards, our wizards... don't have this ability!"

After all, even Voldemort, who turned Great Britain upside down ten years ago and was known as the second-generation Dark Lord, only killed a dozen or twenty Muggles.

The first generation of Dark Lord Grindelwald was just... just trying to burn Paris?

But didn't he fail!

Dumbledore stopped him!

right! Dumbledore! call people! call someone~

This is definitely not about our French Ministry of Magic itself, it is about all wizards! If this continues, the secrecy law will be abolished.

We need support!

Fudge was soundly asleep.

After all, when he first took office two years ago, he had secretly operated the matter—the matter of hosting the Quidditch World Cup during his term of office was completed!

This move is a solid political achievement!

I made it myself~

Now his waist is too stiff. The mood can be described as quite comfortable.

As a result, in the middle of the night, someone knocked on the door and woke him up, saying that it was the French Ministry of Magic asking for help.

"Ask for help? You send a few Aurors to bring a team of hitters over there, and that's the end of the matter! Does this kind of thing bother me?" Fudge wanted to close the door impatiently.

His subordinates quickly blocked the door: "The International Federation of Wizards has also received news!"

"What? Why didn't you say it earlier? You can't tell the importance?" Fudge was anxious.

He was nothing compared to the French Ministry of Magic with the Wizarding Union, and he couldn't control himself.

But the federation can! You can even issue a document to reprimand the minister.

If you are reprimanded, there is a high probability that you will not be able to be re-elected!

Just as he was changing his pajamas, his subordinate explained: "A letter from the Federation, asking us to help the French Ministry of Magic to prevent the law of secrecy from becoming invalid."

"The law of secrecy expired? What the hell happened?"

The subordinate quickly said something briefly.

Fudge had a smirk on his face: "Then they are really unlucky."

Fudge remembered about a year ago, when he was really devastated.

Hundreds of people in two small towns were harmed by magical creatures one after another, and the queen was alarmed!

Dealing with this matter with those Muggles, I was going to scratch my head.

Later, Dumbledore even took his Order of the Phoenix to fight the magma giant, making a big splash... Anyway, it was very uncomfortable!

Well now, the neighbor is more unlucky than himself. Something is wrong with the capital, Paris is blocked! It also alarmed the Wizarding Union...

Hahahaha~Suddenly I am not the most unlucky.

"Oh, right. What's the price of dragon products these days?" Fudge suddenly asked.

The subordinates immediately smiled and said: "Slightly increased slightly~ It's all thanks to the minister's strategizing to stabilize the price of dragon products!"

Fudge nodded with a smile, put on his hat, and pushed the door out.

Good guy, the price of dragon products has risen to the level of public dissatisfaction last summer, and it is still rising.

And just because of the small increase, they all feel that they have made great contributions.

It's amazing.

...

Obviously, the French Minister of Magic knew very well about his neighbor's Minister of Magic, and he didn't have much hope for Fudge.

So he contacted Dumbledore through his personal relationship.

In fact, neither Ted nor Dumbledore left Paris that night.

After all, something unusual happened here, and both of them wanted to wait and see the follow-up development.

As a result, the French Minister of Magic contacted Dumbledore and asked him to come out to help.

Dumbledore looked at Paris, where the entire city was in darkness, and agreed.

In fact, it took just over an hour for the special team to control the situation with the help of the wizard.

Those zombies have been caught, and the biters are all under control.

It's just that the curse made people helpless for a while, almost waiting for death.

The French Ministry of Magic was very distressed by this. Many people were walking around, sweating profusely.

At this time Dumbledore arrived: "Minister Furlong, our St. Mungo's Hospital has an antidote to this magical curse. Send someone to get it, and there is still time to save people!"

Minister Furlong is the French Minister of Magic, "Okay! I'll send someone right away!"

Just as Minister Furlong was arranging people to sit on the international Floo network and go to St. Mungo's Hospital in Great Britain, a wizard from the French Ministry of Magic muttered: "Why do these British guys have an antidote?"

How high is Ted's perception attribute now? He turned his head directly: "Sir, the reason why we have the antidote is thanks to you!"

Everyone was shocked, not knowing what was going on.

Looking at Dumbledore again, he acted deaf and dumb looking at the ceiling as if he didn't hear it at all.

Ted didn't care about that, and continued: "Because just last autumn, a dark wizard fled from France to England, and the news you passed on to us was later, causing him to do a lot of evil things..."

"It was the curse that the black wizard made, and we also paid a lot of money to develop the potion."

"Did you say it was thanks to you?" Ted looked at the crowd with a smile.

"Uh... this..." The French wizard present was immediately stopped by Ted's question, and his mind went blank for a moment, leaving only embarrassment and a little shame.

At first, I wanted to see the jokes of this "hundred-year friendly" neighbor, but I didn't expect that the jokes would come and go, and the jokes would come back to myself.

However, Minister Neville Furlong didn't care about Ted's ridicule, but grasped the point: "You mean, this matter has something to do with that dark wizard back then!"

Ted nodded: "There is no doubt about it. After all, this kind of curse that can bring the dead back to life is only possessed by that wizard. He even fought against Dumbledore."

"What?" Everyone looked at Dumbledore.

And Dumbledore just nodded, thinking in his heart how did the dark wizard from another world survive?

How to deal with it this time!

At this time, Ted asked, "Excuse me, what is there in the underground of Paris that attracted him?"

"What?" Minister Fran suddenly changed his face, "You said that black wizard can bring the dead back to life?! Can dry bones do it too?"

Ted nodded: "Yes! And it can be spelled into different types!"

Anyway, I tried to disclose the news as much as possible. How much you can think of is up to you.

"Oops!" Minister Fran broke out in a cold sweat.

"Stop him! Stop him!"

Six million!

Thanks to book friends "Senior White" and "Tail Number 5028" for their 100 rewards~